Fine Art Photographer
Some color around the block this week
Tuesday after 1.25 inches of rain around 6pm the sun came out and the golden light was perfect. Tall tree is green yet the kelvin temp wow.
A bit out of the block but the Dr. trip worked wonders and the light was good.
The Doctors have a sense of humor.
Take the Reds on the way to pharmacy this morning.
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Then and now the waves of change roll in but the breakwater of status quo flattens them with new and improved detergent. These were the early days of spin.
A quiet porch Memorial off the main streets parade route. Belief still had some.
Sikorsky Helicopters a small civil disobedience demonstration. Stop the killing.
Peace for children and people of the world this scout groups message loud then, now unheard.
Walking back to my car she sits on the porch. Sitting on porches a calming time morning, evening, anytime. Put down your personal lobotomy device. Sit breath, wonder, imagine.
My second book filled with images, tales both visual and verbal commentary on five decades of passionate observation. Real, Surreal, Silly, Serious, Loud and Quiet a way of seeing.
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Photographic Art Five Decades of life through the rectangle
Faces from the seventies the child the balloon a simple message. Peace
Who is Peter see Thurston Talk’s profile.
Not an easy task, I’m picking tomatoes she is running her circles increase in size.
Saturday we went to the Theater to see “Piggie and Elephant we’re in a play”. One of her teachers was in the play. We arrive at the theater as is the usual action Inara picks our seat. In the front roll a friend from school sits. A brief glance at Mom and me “I’m sitting here” mom and I head to the back. Her circle grows.
A stroll downtown Molly Walsh creates and shares our love. “Really Grandpa?” Laughing and seeing is what we do.
July a visit to feed Wellington a friends cat a little snuggle.
Visiting last night filling me in on the days events at school. A cut on her chin “Oh my god grandpa we were running and Peter wasn’t looking and bonked into me I fell and hit the curb proud of her little battle scare. But “Oh my god” where did that come from? A couple white pumpkins a flashlight walk she wants to go to see the Mandala painted in the street. It is late and daddy will be here soon. She tells me we should go watch the silly Humming Birds try and drink the nectar from the painted flower we laugh picturing birds trying to lick the flowers. Did I say laughter?
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Photographic Art My second book